As I wash windows
my wind wonders why
we’re apart this day
of sunshine and warmth.
As I wash windows
I hear lovers laughter
on an early Autumn breeze
sharing their life together.
As I wash windows
birds swoop, wings intertwined
enveloping each others hearts
savouring the earths draft.
As I wash windows
I see my teary reflection
and scrub the pain clean
only hoping to shine another day.
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I really ought to wash windows...
It's really strange, but I washed windows at my client's house today. Nicotine stains, cat fur.
a good therapy Jenn ;)
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